Whole City Behind Us Featuring Ace

Live from the city of jealous niggas and bourgie-ass bitches

Where you ain't gettin' love 'less you swimmin' that riches

Check who weather the heat and still standin' in the kitchen

Caught all attention, just consider this my premonition

Back when niggas was stunting, I would just stand there and listen

Made a switch in my position, now look who you fend to mention

Approach with such a position, just lookin' like lounge mode

Put yourself in my shoes and you get room like clown toes

Since I been winnin' it's been daps and pounds, yo

And everybody wanna come creepin' around so

I play it like a veteran, stayin' in my element

Haters are irrelevant, I'm better than I've ever been

Wolf Gang in every fuckin' facet that I represent

Loiter at the door to success until they let us in

Bitch, I'm in the booth mixin' up the medicine

Make a mess of the track, send litter life lettermans

If I left, then I'm back, but I don't think that I ever did

Was on the road, doin' shows, I was gettin' gella grip

Pimp hand strong on these hoes, I ain't never slipped

I be out in every fuckin' city that you never in

Holdin' mine down, I won't be back until I'm very rich

I'm from the city of niggas that get grizz-ills and bitties

With really shitty cosmetically hit titties

It's, dope is what I been spark, second then my pen start

Bringin' back that crack shit like Amy Wine's skidmarks

Now sit it in a pamper, Yonk went viral

Price up a 'Preme camper, now I got a buncha

White bitches, tour bus lookin' like a fuckin' hamper

Dick went postal now my passport is stamped up

See if white kids in fuckin' Europe understand him

Radicals the anthem, turn the fuckin' amps up

Hot shit, it's mosh pits, stage dive, crowd surf

Lookin' like I'm throwin fuckin' tantrums

Thanks to label crackers now I'm ballin' like it's cancer

Cause being broke is uncool, buddy, get your aunt fucked, Golf Wang

(Goblin was a disappointment) Yeah, right

Shit dropped, I bought a house that night

While you was at home leavin' comments tryna pay ya bill

I was on tour makin' some grands, findin' time to kill

Wakin' up in different countries sayin' "Yo, this is real?"

Yes it is, awesome, got another fuckin' check again

Crossin' that mainstream border man I am such a Mexican

Now my exes be textin' me up to give me neck again

But I'm too fuckin' busy with the rap game, 'preckin it

Evident, that I need my muthafuckin' medicine

But I don't spend all my fuckin' money on a therapist

Ever since, my fuckin'.. I don't wanna talk about it

No, leave me alone, I don't wanna talk about it, it's too personal